Page 9 of Samuel's Bloody Obsession

I’d never cared for humans. We lived among them, but I had only seen them as food, and in truth, had considered them to be below us. Charlotte had changed my mind about them. It didn't stop me from draining their blood, but I travelled to other locations in order to feed. Once Charlotte was ready for bed, I messaged her.

What time shall I pick you up tomorrow night?

She shook her head at her phone and put it down again. I would consider it a win since she didn't block my number. After she drew the curtains, I waited for her lamp to turn off. When I heard a text notification, I immediately pulled my phone out, but I was disappointed to see it was from Alexander.

Charlotte called Holly tonight. How did it go? Did she try to stake you with a wooden leg from a chair?

I grinned because, due to vampire fiction, there were too many inaccuracies around. Only decapitation of our heads with a dose of fire could kill us.

It went better than anticipated. Please ask Holly to put in a good word for me.

I tucked my phone away after responding to him and thought about Holly, who was still in the early stages of her pregnancy. I couldn't imagine having vampires around Charlotte, never mind around our baby. The thought of Charlotte carrying my child made me eager for the time to pass.

She was going out with me tomorrow whether she liked it or not. My patience was beginning to run thin.

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After a quick shower and change, I parked in front of Charlotte’s apartment. As soon as she came out, I pushed the passenger side door open for her. She ducked her head into the car to look at me. She wore a lilac work tunic and was carrying her usual lunch bag. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and her hair rested over the curve of her breast. I’d seen every inch of my blood mate’s body, and I couldn't wait to explore it further.

“What do you want?”

“Good morning to you, too. I'm your chauffeur for the next century,” I said with an innocent smile.

“I’m fine walking,” she said, as she stood upright and tried to close the door but I was too fast and kept it open.

“Which means I will simply follow you around all day in the car. You might as well get in.”

She walked away, giving me the middle finger.

I closed the door before I stabbed at the button to open the window. I began to creep alongside her on the street.

“I can give you an update on Andrea and Callum.”

Her head snapped towards the car, and I could see the scowl on her face. It was a low blow, but my morals were compromised hundreds of years ago. I hid my smile when she got into the car and slammed the door shut.

“First stop is Mr and Mrs Buchanan, right?”

She paused in putting her seatbelt on to look at me.

“Yae creepy, slimy, stalking bastard, yae.”

I shamelessly shrugged my shoulders.

“I do love a filthy mouth. Are you as expressive in all situations?”

I heard the click of the seat belt before she looked at the roof of the car.

“God, why me? I've no even got any caffeine in ma system yet fur this shit.”

“Okay, coffee shop first,” I said, pulling away from the curb.

“You’re—” she began to say but ended up pursing her lips and throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

“You know Glenda had a point last night. I could alleviate all that festering rage inside of you.”

“Just drive, ya eejit,” she said, putting her head back on the headrest.

I smiled and began to tell her about Andrea and Callum’s progress. We sent one of our best psychiatrists to help them. A vampire, of course, but the children would never know.

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